suspicions

Posted on Tue Nov 30th, 2010 @ 7:52am by Ryder Chase & Morgan Pass

1,017 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Session 4: The Humans are Dead...
Location: Mess
Timeline: Current

Pass stoped at the galley and sighed. Like the rest of this ship it was a mess of stuff stuck whereever it would fit, by who ever cared enough to do so. the chances of finding anything enjoyable to eat were slim, but he had to eat. He picked up on of the dozens of tin cans with no labels and began searching the open draws for anything resembling an opener. Having no luck he finally settled on a butter knife, fork and meat tenderiser.

Morgan walked over to the large table that dominated the mess and began to work out the best angle to hit the knife so it opened the can without slicing open his hand or spilling the contents.

Chase fingered his pulse pistol which sat on his waist as he explored deck two. It had been days since he had drank or eaten. He didn't know if the food on the ship was help yourself but he decided if it was not he would pay them back.

When he walked into the galley he saw the doctor trying to open a can with great difficulty.

"Need a hand doctor," Chase said pouring himself a cup of... whatever he had found.

The doctor stopped and considered, "Perhaps it would be better if I didn't slice open my surgery hands in search of food."

He passed the tin over and watched while Chase made short work of the lid, reveling mushrooms inside. Morgan accepted the container and with a shrug began to eat. He watched Chase as he did so.

"You're Starfleet trained," he said matter of factly. "The way you hold your pistol is distinctive, even if the pistol itself is designed not to be. No Dishonourable discharge, they tend to have a certain self satisfied swager, like Ex-Lt Air our pilot. You are not on a mission yet because you haven't asked where we are going. Beyond that I have not cared to venture a guess. Everyone on this ship is protective of their past and tends not to ask questions."

"Indeed," Chase said popping a piece of dried fruit in his mouth, "you presume a lot doctor. Yes I am trained, by starfleet. I wouldn't exactly call it that".

He moved towards Pass and sat down opposite him on the table, "I'm curious, where did you learn your practice doctor," he asked, "you don't seem like the starfleet type to me".

Pass shook his head, "I am not. I am from a Federation world. I was brought up durng a war and learned most of my medicine in training for that. Warfare is an incredibly accurate pesstle to grind out a good practice against. However I am actually more of a Medical researcher than a general practitioner."

Something began to eat at Chase's memory; a planet whee a war had ended abruptly. He couldn't quite pin it though.

"What planet," Chase said his eyes narrowing.

Pass went stone wall, "Does it matter? The war is over there now."

That was enough for Chase. Inibri III. It had been a Federation world but had constantly been at war with two major racial groups waring over the main land. it had never been a big enough issue for the Starfleet to step in until one side developed a devestating and racial specific bio-genic weapon that wiped the opposing race from the surface of the planet. the mind who had created the weapon was one Dr Morgan Pass. He had been on the Federaton's most wanted list for a few years now. BIG bounty.

"I remember you," Chase said i " Dr Morgan Pass of Inibri III. You killed billions of people. Section 31 were very interested in you, Why did you do it".

Morgan blinked. The admission of Chae's own past had not been missed.

"Why do you care?" he asked. "Thousands of my people died everyday, and no one cared. The war had gone on for generations, and no one cared. We had appealed to Starfleet but they decided they would not interfere on what was cleraly an internal matter. They just didn't care enough about people."

"I cared. I cared about mey people. I was raised in violence and blood shed. I was trained by my government, protected and fed when those on the front line starved and died. I discovered the gene trait that seperated us from them. I developed a bio-genic weapon that would focus on that gene seperation with fatal accuracy. I even pressed the leve to release the chemical. In one hour, I saved 3 Billion of my people."

Morgan pushed the tin away in disgust, "Then suddenly the Federation cared. Suddenly it was all about morality and how people were supposed to behave. They came in ships and threatened my people. If I was not handed over then they would take action. NOW they were going to take action!"

"I was smuggled off the planet only an hour before the Federation blockad was complete and Starfleet began raiding key installations. We brought about the peace they wanted and instead of relief packages, they brought guns."

He met Chases eye, "So next time you decide one man with a gun is something that should intimidate me, don't bother."

"I wasn't trying to intimidate you doctor," Chase said standing, "if I was trust me, you'd know. A little fact for you. You were on an assassination order Mr Pass. I was given that order not long before I let 31 so for now this stays between us. You keep my secret, I keep yours".

Morgan sighed wearily, "There are times when I think letting someone kill me would be best all around. Then my survival instinct kicks in."

Morgan stood as well, deciding to take the mushrroms back to his infirmary, "A final word of advice, if I may? If you do decide to carry out you assasination order, do so from a distance, wearing a hazmat suit, and burn the body immediately. Other wise things could go badly for you."

Without waiting for the other's reply the Doctor left the mess hall.

 

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